Cross Street (continued)

Your memories I withheld-cherished
From the stains of time
In the compartment of-my heart

A figure dances along
The frozen lake yonder
Beauty escalated by thin ice

A figure crosses the street
In the midst of traffic
Contact was made

And just as it was
The beautiful snow flake
A multitude of lights catching it
Made it even more heavenly

Falls onto the ground
And melts
As the sun rises